Chapter 421: The Disappeared Wang Yanran

Chen Fan looked at the magic-armored figure fleeing, his brows locked deeply.

Because that guy had actually developed self-awareness!

"That body of mine was completely eroded by the magic armor... My space ring, my Silver Dragon, including my Indestructible Tribulation Heart, are all on it..."

Chen Fan felt heartache!

That physical body was secondary, but he couldn't afford to lose those treasures of his.

But Chen Fan didn't dare to chase after it at all; the strength that guy had just displayed in slaying the Fire Venerable was likely at the peak of Martial Saint, or even stronger!

This was absolutely not something they could contend with!

Moreover, now that he was without the Indestructible Tribulation Heart, his strength had plummeted significantly; even if he used all his means, he could only wrestle with an early-stage Martial Saint.

"Don't think about it for now; slaughter the remaining Beast Worship Cult first!"

Chen Fan's eyes turned cold, and violent thunder erupted within his body as he rushed toward the Beast Worship Cult members who had not yet fled.

There were no other Martial Saint powerhouses here besides the dead Fire Venerable, so this war was just a one-sided slaughter.

In just a few minutes, all the Beast Worship Cult members in Bing City and tens of thousands of exotic beasts were slaughtered by him.

The citizens in the city erupted in cheers for surviving the disaster, but Chen Fan did not stay, instead rushing straight toward Wang Yanran's home in Bing City.

Chen Fan had been there once before, so it didn't take long to find the location.

With a teleportation, he appeared directly in the room. At this moment, Tongtong was curled up in the corner of the wall, holding a rag doll bear.

Terror was written all over her young cheeks.

"Tongtong!" Chen Fan felt a sourness in his heart and hurriedly called out.

The moment Tongtong turned her head and saw Chen Fan, she burst into loud wails.

She threw herself into Chen Fan's arms, sobbing non-stop.

"Brother... Brother..."

"Tongtong, don't be afraid, Brother is here." Chen Fan stroked her little head, and it took several minutes for the little girl to stop crying.

"Tongtong, where is Sister Yanran?" Chen Fan asked.

"Sister Yanran... she disappeared, she disappeared from the room all of a sudden!"

At the mention of Wang Yanran, Tongtong's tears couldn't help but slide down again.

"Brother, it's very dangerous outside. Can you find Sister Yanran back?" Tongtong looked at Chen Fan with hope.

Chen Fan felt a tug in his heart, "Tongtong, be good, Brother will definitely bring Sister Yanran back."

Chen Fan built a space barrier, and after putting Tongtong inside, he hurriedly searched for Wang Yanran's figure in Bing City.

Now, with his mental power greatly increased, finding someone was not a difficult task.

However, he walked through Bing City at an extremely fast speed but did not find Wang Yanran's figure.

Chen Fan did not give up; he began to search in the suburbs of Bing City, and finally, more than ten minutes later, he saw that familiar figure beside a large river.

Only, at this moment, Wang Yanran's black hair was gone, replaced by silver hair dancing in the wind.

Before Chen Fan could speak, Wang Yanran sensed the movement behind her. She turned around, looked at Chen Fan, and frowned.

"Do you need something?" Her voice was cold and indifferent.

"I..." Chen Fan's words reached his lips but were choked back.

The Wang Yanran before him was still incomparably beautiful, but the indifference in her voice was as if she were talking to a stranger.

"Sister Yanran... don't you recognize me?" Chen Fan tried to ask.

Wang Yanran shook her head lightly, chewing on the words "Sister Yanran" in her mouth.

Chen Fan's heart sank like water; Wang Yanran's state was too wrong.

He was about to step forward to take Wang Yanran's hand, but an inexplicable energy emanated from Wang Yanran, and Chen Fan's figure instantly retreated to his original spot.

"Time reversal?!" Chen Fan was incomparably surprised.

What shocked him even more was the aura that flashed and vanished on Wang Yanran just now; it had actually reached Martial Saint!

"How could this be?" When Chen Fan prepared to speak again, Wang Yanran's figure was already gone.

Only an indifferent voice entered Chen Fan's ears.

"Don't follow me; I'm going to find my memories back!"

Chen Fan felt as if he had lost an important person in his heart; he stood blankly on the spot for a long time.

Returning to Wang Yanran's home, Tongtong looked at Chen Fan, her little face full of anxiety.

"Brother, where is Sister Yanran?"

Chen Fan squatted down, took her into his arms, and said gently: "Your Sister Yanran has something to deal with and will be back in a while. Tongtong, from now on, you will follow Brother to live in the Zhenyuan Army."

Tongtong was extremely sensible; she nodded seriously and buried her head in Chen Fan's shoulder.

Half a day later, Chen Fan led Tongtong to his own villa in the Zhenyuan Army.

Cat Girl, Yang Chuchu, and Ye Tingxuan were already waiting here.

Seeing Tongtong, the three women immediately surrounded them.

It was Ye Tingxuan's first time seeing Tongtong, and her eyes were filled with love and heartache.

"Xiao Fan, you usually can't look after Tongtong; leave her to me to take care of from now on. We have a family residential area inside the Zhenyuan Army, and an internal school as well. I will take her to report to the school tomorrow," Ye Tingxuan said gently.

"Senior Sister, will it affect your usual cultivation too much?" A warmth rose in Chen Fan's heart.

"It doesn't matter," Ye Tingxuan smiled: "Xiao Fan, the cultivation resources you gave me have greatly accelerated my cultivation. Now I have already advanced to Grandmaster, and I have enough time to take care of Tongtong."

"Thank you, Senior Sister." Chen Fan nodded seriously.

Although Ye Tingxuan had never expressed her heart to him, anyone with discerning eyes could see that Ye Tingxuan had feelings for him, and Chen Fan was naturally no exception.

Over the next few days, Chen Fan had been thinking about how to deal with the magic armor; he had to get his treasures back as soon as possible.

The magic armor's strength far exceeded his; he simply had no qualifications to contend with it. Seeking Ye Wentian's help, Chen Fan similarly had no confidence in Ye Wentian; the magic armor could kill the late-stage Martial Saint Fire Venerable in a few rounds, so its strength was absolutely not weaker than Ye Wentian's.

After racking his brains, Chen Fan finally thought of a possible countermeasure, and that was the Soul Suppressing Bell.

The bell body of the Soul Suppressing Bell could help his soul resist the erosion of magic aura, and the bell chime it emitted could forcibly wake him up; perhaps only the Soul Suppressing Bell could restrain the magic armor.

But having just the bell body was not enough; only the complete form of the Soul Suppressing Bell could truly play a role.

"How can I repair the Soul Suppressing Bell?"

Chen Fan fell into a predicament again.

Now, with his relationship with Diana, as long as he spoke up, Diana would hand over the bell chime of the Soul Suppressing Bell without reservation, but he had no clue how to restore it and make it one again.

A few days later, Ye Wentian returned to the Zhenyuan Army from the Extreme North, and Chen Fan went to see him at the first opportunity.

Chen Fan did not ask about repairing the Soul Suppressing Bell at the first opportunity, but first asked about Ye Wentian's itinerary for these days.

"Master, what was the purpose of your trip to the Extreme North this time?" Chen Fan asked straight to the point.

A look of joy appeared on Ye Wentian's face, "A few days ago, the Great Elder of the Blue Blood Race, Geluote, told us a secret, which is that there is a tomb of their clan's Martial God predecessor in the Extreme North. I went there with your Uncle Liang and the Tsar. Guess what? We found an earth-shattering array there!"

"An array?" Chen Fan asked in surprise.

"Correct, it is called the Nine Heavens Sealing Capital Array. This array needs to use major cities as array eyes and can build a Heaven-Sealing Array covering the globe. Once the array is completed, it can close all Other-dimensional Space channels in one fell swoop. By then, our human race will be able to completely get rid of the threat of the Ghost Race."

"There is such an array?" Chen Fan also became emotionally excited.

If all Other-dimensional channels could be closed, the human race could spare the energy to wipe out the Beast Worship Cult in one fell swoop, and then recuperate; in the future, they might be able to conquer the path of the Martial God.

"Was this array found in the tomb of the Blue Blood Race predecessors?" Chen Fan was not carried away by the excitement, but asked vigilantly.

"Yes!" Ye Wentian nodded and smiled, "Xiao Fan, I know what you are worried about. You are thinking, if the Blue Blood Race had such a heaven-defying array, why didn't they use it? Why were they slaughtered in the previous era? Right?"

"Yes, Master, this makes one have to be suspicious." Chen Fan said seriously.

"The Three-Eyed Blue Blood Race did not fail to use this great array; in the previous era, before they had finished laying out the array, they were discovered by the Ghost Race, and thus the racial slaughter was triggered in advance. Therefore, we must be extremely secretive in laying out this set of arrays."

Ye Wentian chatted with Chen Fan again about their plan with the Blue Blood Race next.

In short, the resources consumed by the Nine Heavens Sealing Capital were extremely huge, and they were going to mobilize all major global forces to exhaust their resources to build the array together next.

Ye Wentian was extremely concerned about this matter, while Chen Fan was more concerned about his current predicament.

He told the whole story about the magic armor. ===== CHAPTER 422 =====